This is a song about "Christmas meeting"

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Meeting me for them just has gotta be so awesome,

From where gorillas territorial for inches

I'm lyrically gifted, shit it isn't even christmas,

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It haunts me every christmas eve

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress